Torn (The Fosters of New York 3) - Page 35

tive spot that drove her legs up and forced her ass off the bed. She came so intensely that she was trembling before I pressed my body into hers from behind, holding her tightly.

"You know where the condoms are," she says softly. "Help yourself."

That's an invitation I won't refuse.

I move to the left to open the jar of condoms. I pull one out, peering in at how many there are. There's at least a dozen left. I don't know how many were in there the last time I was here. I can't think about that. I can't think about her fucking anyone else.

I sheath my cock, smoothing the latex over it, before I fall back onto the bed behind her.

"Lift your leg up." I push on her hip.

She gives in, lifting it and curving her body so I can enter her from behind. She's still as wet as she was when she came. I slide in easily, smoothly, burying myself inside of her slick pussy.

I pump slowly, my hand reaching down to her clit. She protests with a shake of her head and a slap on my hand. "Don't. I'll come so fast."

I move my hand back. "You'll come twice then."

She murmurs something under her breath as her hips roll with each thrust of my cock. She moves her body, adjusting her arm so I can see her tits. They're perfect with those nipples that I can't get out of my mind. Such hard little points begging to be bitten. I lower my head and take one between my teeth while I fuck her slowly, her leg splayed over mine.

"I want to be on top, Asher," she pants.

I move quickly, pulling out, pushing her aside before I lie on my back and grab her hips. She straddles me, taking my cock in her hand, edging it along her pussy lips before she slides it inside with a quick thrust of her body.

I suck in a groan. Her eyes bore into mine as she rides me hard. Her hands press into my shoulders for leverage, her tits bounce with each jerk of her hips. I grab hold of her waist, slamming myself up into her as I kiss her. She sucks on my bottom lip, little sounds escaping her with each pump of my cock.

I feel the heat as it rushes through me. My hips rear up as I try to get deeper, burying myself to the hilt in her body. "You're perfect, Falon. You're so fucking perfect."

Her hands fly back as she sits upright, grabbing her tits, tweaking her nipples. She's not shy, bucking and taking all she can from me. She comes then, her pussy contracting around me. The pulsing clenches my dick sending me straight into a state of heated bliss.

I stare at her, spellbound by what she's feeling, wanting to give her all of this and more.

She's drenched, the wetness from her climax sliding onto me. The sensation is more than I can take. I feel my own release as it barrels through me. I grab hold of her hips, push up and come harder than I ever have before.

***

"Why don't you dance in your videos?" Her hand rests on my cheek as she asks the question.

I stare into her eyes. We've been like this, looking at each other since we showered together quickly after we both came. She wanted to freshen herself up, I didn't want to let her out of my sight.

"I'm a horrible dancer, Falon," I confess. "My career would be over if I danced in my videos."

A small smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. "I don't believe you. I bet you're a much better dancer than you think you are."

"I'm not," I say honestly. "I don't dance in public ever. I do that to protect my reputation."

She moves her legs slightly, her toes trailing along the front of my calf. "Do you dance in private?"

I clear my throat. "No. I never dance."

Her eyes widen as she pushes on her top lip with her tongue. "Would you dance with me, Asher? Here? Tonight?"

"Are you going to record it?" I ask, teasingly. "If you are, the answer is still no."

"I wouldn't." Her brow furrows. "I just want to dance. We could dance to one of your songs."

This right here is the true testament to how much I like this woman. I stand then because right now I'd give her anything she asked of me. I swipe my finger across my phone's screen to pull up one of my ballads and round the bed until I'm standing in front of her, completely naked.

"May I have this dance, Falon?"

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